RRRRESCUE PACK!
Andrew recently turned 5. Everyday for the last 3 months he has asked for a RESCUE PACK!
Note: For the purposes of this blog post every time you read RESCUE PACK! you have to throw one arm in the air as you leap for joy at the mere mention of…testing…1…2…3… RESCUE PACK!
Also, RESCUE PACK! is not a word that you say. It is a word you scream…no. Squeal. And you have to squeal it RRRRRRRESCUE PACK!
So, like I was saying, everyday for the last 3 months he has asked for a RESCUE PACK! Anytime we went to the store and someone approached us to compliment me on how awesome my children are, before anyone could speak Andrew would say…. “I’m getting a RESCUE PACK!”
When the man who was walking around our neighborhood passing out fliers for his church knocked on our door, Andrew answered and greeted him without taking a breath… “Hi! What’syourname? I’m getting a RESCUE PACK!”
When Andrew went with his father to Wal-Mart and Andrew spotted a lady in the store who had a RESCUE PACK! in her shopping cart, he did not hesitate in asking her for it. When this lady told Andrew that it was for her 3 year old son Will, Andrew decided within himself that Will would come to his birthday party and Will would give Andrew his RESCUE PACK!
I think Ben and I were equally surprised when we actually bought Andrew a RESCUE PACK! We make it a habit to never give into our children’s forty-five dollar deepest desires. I mean, we don’t want then to be spoiled or anything. I think we were hoping that actually buying it for him, might get him to shut up about it. And of course, that backfired.
The morning after Andrew’s birthday, RESCUE PACK! was at the breakfast table waiting on his milk and cereal with the rest of them. Then RESCUE PACK! wanted snack…and lunch…and a bath.
Now, instead of Andrew telling everyone he comes in contact with that he wants a RESCUE PACK! He tells everyone that he got a RESCUE PACK!
